Four months later...

"Mm..."

Sombra took a sip of the coffee that had been made for him by his personal assistant that morning.

He had to admit, Mr. Sparkle was actually lasting rather long. Longer than most of his PAs.

So far he had been performing exactly as expected and with very, very few errors. He was energetic, eager to please, obedient, and punctual.

'Not to mention how easy on the eyes he is...'

Sombra stopped sipping at that particular intrusive thought.

The CEO of Crystal Industries happened to have a bit of a preference. He was bisexual, with a slightly better taste for men over women. Not that he hadn't dated his fair share of women.

But when it came to those of the same sex...Sombra had a type.

Small, demure, cute, eager, and slightly feminine. And Spike had all of those qualities in spades.

"No, there's no way I'm even entertaining this..." He muttered, setting down his black mug.

As much as he would like to imagine doing all sorts of things to his little PA, there was the matter of professionalism. All it would take is a single leak, or one misstep, and scandal articles would be plastered across tabloids all over the country.

And then there was the fact that he didn't even know if his PA held an interest in men. Physical appearance and personality did not a sexuality make, after all. He could just imagine the ensuing sexual harrassment lawsuit were he to even imply an interest in the petite younger man.

"It isn't worth the trouble Sombra..." He concluded almost with finality, before taking another sip of his coffee and starting on some of his paperwork.

'Bring! Bring! Bring!'

Sombra picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Noir? There's a call I've momentarily put on hold for you. From...Mrs. Amore." Spike's voice came through the phone.

Sombra suppressed a powerful urge to groan audibly into the receiver, and instead rolled his eyes. "Transfer her to me, thank you."

"Right away sir."

As the dial tone began, Sombra sighed. Why did Cadence always have to call at the most inopportune times?

Spike reclined on his bed, sighing.

Four whole months, and he hadn't been fired yet. He'd call it a miracle, but that would imply he hadn't been trying his damndest at work.

Mr. Noir was...an interesting employer. He was suave, collected, perfectionist. Or at least 'near' perfectionist. The man was just the tiniest bit...picky.

Spike had yet to fuck up irredeemably though, so for the most part, he and his boss got along well. The older man had even once paid him a compliment on the outfit he wore to work one day.

He'd also been slowly adjusting to the fact that Sombra was drop dead gorgeous. It wasn't an easy feat, but Spike now was able to completely and totally ignore the intrusive, sexual thoughts he got about his boss.

Along with that adjustment came yet another: getting over his longtime boyfriend.

He'd made a bit of headway, in that regard. Not enough that he could stand going to the places they used to go on dates or hangout at without tearing up, but enough to at least finally retire the emo songlist he'd been listening to on repeat.

Ember had finally managed to break through to him on moving on...albeit in a strange way.

You see, Spike and his ex had been...sexually active. And the two of them weren't exactly vanilla either.

Spike had a bit of a...the more tasteful term would be 'preference', but it was definitely a kink, for crossdressing in the bedroom.

Cute little skirts, frilly maid outfits, panties, stockings, garterbelts...

It made him feel good, and as his ex had often purred amorously at him while caressing his lace covered ass, it made the other man feel good as well.

However, he hadn't bothered with it in months now, and it was taking a bit of a toll on his self-confidence. Crossdressing, as peculiar as it may sound, brought him out of his shell. Made him feel confident in himself. Sexy.

Ember knew this. They'd been friends since highschool, and she hadn't hesitated to wring every precious detail out of him regarding his relationship.

So one day, she sent him a message.

6:39 p.m.
Yo
Spike
you still got all that crossdressing shit?

6:41 p.m.
Yeah
why

Ember is typing...

6:42 p.m.
send me a pic of you wearing that

6:44 p.m.
wtf
why????

Ember is typing...

6:45 p.m.
Cuz i think it'd like
help you?
confidence building or whatever the fuck

6:47 p.m.
okay so
no offense
but
how in thee fuck
is sending you nudes
supposed to build my confidence????

Ember is typing...

6:50 p.m.
ok hear me out
so like
im gay, right?
I like pussy
girls
ladies

6:51 p.m.
I know, ember
im...pretty aware

Ember is typing...

6:52 p.m.
Yeah
so getting nudes of you wouldn't do shit for me, right?

6:53 p.m.
I mean
i guess???

Ember is typing...

6:55 p.m.
cmon spikey, put the pieces together!!
you send me pics of you all dressed up
and i can platonically tell ya that you look nice
eh?
eh?

Long story short, that was why he was now laying on his bed, wearing nothing but lacy purple panties, black stockings, and a frilly magenta garterbelt. His glasses sat on the night stand. He used them for reading, but he didn't really require them to navigate his phone.

He'd take quite a few...provacative pictures already, as he'd done once every week or so since Ember had thought of the proposition. Mirror shot, picture of him with his legs splayed, privates almost visible through that lacy material, a particularly nice shot of his rather thick ass being squeezed by the aforementioned panties...

All captured beautifully by his phone camera, attached to a message that simply read: 'how do these look?'

He heard a loud knock at the door, which was likely the pizza guy.

Not paying too much attention, having done this several times already, he quickly sent the message and promptly tossed his phone onto the bed, gettting up to answer the door.

Spike chewed on his pizza as he opened his conversation with Ember...

"Hmm?"

The message, coupled with the pictures, was not there in his messaging history. Frowning, he set down his slice and wiped his fingers with a napkin, then began typing.

7:32 p.m.
Yo, embs
I sent you those pics a couple minutes ago but they aren't showing up in the history
did you get em? I know I sent them to you...
so is it a glitch?

Spike waited, slightly anxious.

Ember is typing...

7:34 p.m.
uhhh
no???
no lewds on this end my guy

Spike's frown deepened further, then all of a sudden, a cold, hard lump of pure dread dropped in his stomach.

"No...no fucking way..."

He quickly backed out of his chat with Ember, and looked at all the contacts he had lined up.

He had texted Mr. Noir before, having been given his cell number around a month ago. All work related, of course.

His contact had been listed as 'Boss'.

Ember, on the other hand, wasn't listed as merely 'Ember'. No. She was listed as 'Bad Bitch Ember', mostly for kicks on his end.

Utter fear pooling in his stomach, he hesitantly clicked into his chat with Sombra..

And was greeted with a pristine, hi-res picture of his ass.

Spike let out a loud, prolonged noise of distress, nearly chucking his fucking phone across the room in almost a fit of panic and terror.

He had sent his boss his nudes.

He had sent his fucking boss his goddamned nudes.

Around an hour later, roughly halfway across the city from where Spike's apartment was, one Sombra Noir prepared to go over the texts he'd received for that day, a glass of wine accompanying the monotonous task.

Author's Note

Oopsey woopsey. Spike made a fucky wucky. A wittle fucko boingo~